October
this is an essay about complex trauma, I think.
Nearly every horrific thing that has happened to me happened in October.
I should– probably– ease into listing some of the traumas I endured during the tenth month of the year. Write a few sentences about falling leaves or Halloween candy. Perhaps an anecdote about the inherent goodness of mankind. I do- for the record- believe that people are basically good. Ease in! But I am too overwhelmed by memories to write a flowy and gentle introduction. Joan Didion says that we must use what we have. An incomplete list of horrific events is what I have right now. A girl’s gotta eat.
